When passion streaming from the heart turns human lips to lyres,
Some magic wings man’s music then, his song with soul inspires;

Man’s words are sacred then, they soar, The ears of heaven they seek,
From dust those mortal accents rise, Immortals hear them speak;

So wild and wayward was my Love, such tumult raised its sighs,
Before its daring swiftly fell the ramparts of the skies.